Ross awoke to the sound of someone playing piano somewhere far away; a beautiful sound as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He took in his surroundings, finding himself in an unfamiliar, but lovely bedroom. As the fog of sleep began to clear from Ross’s head, he started to remember the events of the night prior: arriving at the Delphinium Resort, applying for a job as a bartender, and moving into a new resort suite. Wait, there was something else he was forgetting… Ross’s eyes finally focused as he realized the thing he forgot was literally right in front of him. Indie stood before him, his back to Ross as he rubbed his face with a wet rag in front of the large mirror on the other side of the room. He clearly had just gotten out of the shower, as his naked form glistened with dewey water droplets, making his already shiny blue feathers shimmer like sapphires. Indigo’s tail feathers stood upwards, giving Ross a rather convenient view of the bird’s perky ass and muscled thighs, causing his face to flush bright red.The piano Ross faintly heard was coming from a small radio next to Indie’s bed. As a slightly familiar tune filled the steamy post-bathing room, Indie gracefully turned around towards the closet to his left in a fluid, almost balletic motion, catching Ross staring at him. “Ah, good morning,” Indie said nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t butt-naked and dripping with warm water right in front of him. After a long pause of Ross not saying anything, Indie tried his greeting again, “Er, it’s actually around eleven, but that’s still morning.” Noticing Ross’s flustered expression, Indie turned towards him and cocked his head to the side. “Is something wrong?” Ross couldn’t respond. It took all of his concentration to avoid staring at his massive pecs, which shimmered with golden feathers, and it physically pained him to try not to glance down towards the hulking bird’s crotch… “Oh, right,” Indie spoke up as he reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist. “I forget that humans like yourself are a bit more sensitive towards nudity…” “Er… yeah…” Ross said, his head still swarming and his crotch still bulging. Indie’s towel was still a bit low on his form to avoid crushing his tail feathers, which only accented his toned figure and his deep v, which pointed towards his nether regions. At least Ross didn’t feel as tempted towards the creature he only met yesterday. Later, as Ross washed up and Indie got dressed, a knocking came from the door. Indie went to answer as Ross peeked from behind the wall between the bedroom and living room. On the other side was a small otter man - well, small compared to Indie. He was wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants, his chocolate brown fur covering the rest of his body. In his paws he was holding a black garment bag. “Here, Indie! For your new roommate!” he said in a chipper voice, thrusting the bag into Indie’s arms. Indie grabbed the door, prepared to close it. “Tha-” The otter suddenly leaned forward, tugging on Indie’s shirt to get him to bend towards him, and indelicately whispered, “So is he cute?” Knowing that the otter said it loud enough for Ross to hear, Indie didn’t bother lowering his voice. “In a certain sense of the word, yes.” The otter’s golden eyes suddenly shined with excitement as an all-too-elated grin stretched across his face. “Goodbye, Don,” Indie said flatly as he turned around and slammed the door in his face. He threw the garment bag towards Ross, who he knew was hiding around the corner. “It’s your uniform. You better get dressed soon, our shift starts at noon.” Ross opened it, seeing a uniform similar to Indie’s: a white dress shirt with a black vest and pair of black dress shorts. “How did they know my clothing sizes?” Ross asked. “Orlando does his research,” Indie replied in his signature monotone voice, giving Ross an unnerving feeling. As he dressed, Ross noticed a small hole in the back of the pants - presumably for the tail he didn’t have. Thankfully, it could be sealed up with velcro. Furthermore, Ross was also afraid that he wasn’t given shoes. He asked Indie about it, who just responded that they’ll be behind a counter all day anyways. Shrugging it off, Ross put on his normal tennis shoes and put on the clip-on bow tie he found in his bag and left with Indie. … At their shift, the two bartenders silently filled out their orders. Everything was already labelled, and Ross had a copy of the menu, so he didn’t need to ask Indigo about anything. Still, it felt awkward not having a conversation with the person he was sharing such a tiny space with for so long. Oh well, Ross still enjoyed at least being in the presence of such a majestic bird. After a long while of nothing much happening, Ross noticed a familiar face enter: the otter - Don, as Indie called him. Along with him was a cut pale figure - a shark, if the pointed face and fins on his head and forearms didn’t deceive him. Both were wearing red swim trunks with a white cross on their left pant legs. Upon seeing Indie, the shark smiled, revealing a rather disturbing set of pointed teeth. Definitely a shark. “Aye, Indie!” the shark called as he sat down at a barstool, his otter companion sitting next to him. “Gimme the usual, asap!” “Aren’t you still on your shift?” Indie asked him as he walked towards him and leaned on the counter. “Aw, c’mon Indie, I really need it!” the shark whined. “Two little brats shat in the wave pool and some lady started bitchin’ at me to find the sunglasses she dropped in the lazy river! Can’t I get a break?” “I’m sorry to hear that, but I haven’t been allowed to sell alcoholic beverages to lifeguards who are still on duty since Mitch vomited down that waterslide and got his blowhole stuck around a pole.” Indie responded, picking up someone’s glass and taking it to the sink. “Dumbass lightweight dolphin,” the shark mumbled to himself before locking eyes with Ross, who was awkwardly staring at his gills. A mischievous smile spread across the shark’s face as he asked, “Who’s the kestrel over there?” “His name is Ross. He was hired here yesterday,” Indie answered, walking back to the shark and intentionally standing between him and Ross. “He said that he was cute!” the otter spoke up with stars in his eyes. Ross’s face immediately flushed red as an unholy silence overtook the bar. Everything became still as time froze for an eternity. It was the perfect time for a truck to come barrelling through a wall and crush Ross, ending his miserable life. Unfortunately for him, that didn’t happen. Instead, the shark flicked his eyes to Indie, who was staring right back at him, waiting for him to say something he should be punched for. “Anywho,” the shark finally spoke, “the garbage can next to the bathrooms is overflowing. Isn’t it your job to take it out to the waste bin around the back?” Reluctantly, Indie responded with a silent nod and went around the bar and headed for the bathrooms. The pair sitting at the bar quietly waited as he took the small garbage bag outside. As soon as the door slammed shut, the shark spread his legs, and Don cheerfully hopped into his lap. “‘Ey, Ross…” the shark started, spinning in his seat to face the lone bartender. “Y-yes, sir?” Ross replied, unable to hide the intimidation in his voice, which the shark immediately picked up on. “Relax, mate. Th’name’s Drew, and Angel-Eyes here is my boyfriend, Don,” the shark said, gesturing to the otter who appeared a bit too pleased sitting on his lap. “We’ve met,” Ross responded, walking towards the two and fiercely glaring at Don for bringing up his and Indie’s relationship status. “Well alrighty then!” Drew said with an overly happy laugh. “Now why don’t we get to the nitty-gritty right off the bat!” “I know yer feelin’s towards Indie there,” Drew began, his menacing grin fading into a serious expression, catching Ross off guard. “Imma shark, I can sense the blood in yer face - feel yer emotions ‘n whatever. And I ain’t judgin’. In fact,” Drew said, suddenly leaning closer to Ross, “I’m tryna help ya.” “He may not look it, but Indie’s a hell of a prude. I tried nabbin a quick roll-in-the-hay with ’em, but the bird-brain never took us past stippin’. He was down though, I could sense it.” Drew chuckled, smiling once again. “In fact, best thing ‘bout bein’ a shark’s that I could sense everyone’s… eroticism. “Look, Indie might think you look ‘cute,’ but that ain’t gonna cut it. He’s got no respect for little humans like you, and as long as yer covered in people-flesh and can’t hold yer breath for eighteen hours at a time, he’ll never put you in his bed. However, if you come with me and Don one night,” he paused giving Ross a mischievous wink, “I can fix that.” “Wait, wha-?” Ross was interrupted with the sound of the doors slamming closed. He, Don and Drew immediately turned towards the bar’s entrance. Indie’s large frame cast a menacing shadow across the entire room, and by the look in his eyes, he wasn’t too happy. “You will never guess which racoon took a wad of trash into the lazy river.” Indie said, eyeing Drew. “Mother fucker!” Drew shouted, lifting Don by the arms and setting him down on a stool before storming past Indie and out of the bar. Indie patiently walked back behind the counter, and addressing Don, spoke. “Also while I was out there, Jessica Skyler asked me about where Drew was. She was wearing that one bikini Drew said he likes - you know, the one two-sizes-too-small and one knot from becoming topless.” Don jumped up immediately and rushed for the door, screaming “Skank-ass bitch!” Ross couldn’t help but break into laughter, but Indie’s expression was still grave. He placed a wing on Ross’s shoulder, quickly silencing him. “What did he talk to you about?” Ross suddenly became nauseated with nervousness. Trying to relax the bird, he stammered, “He just spent his time trying to get me to give him booze.” Unfortunately, Indie didn’t become any less troubled. Still, he didn’t bring it up again. … Days passed quickly. Ross found himself far more comfortable in Indie’s dignified presence. He became less of a daunting, formidable god in his eyes and more of a friendly dreamboat. However, Ross’s feelings towards Indie were still a bit… passionate. Drew was right, but should he go to him for help? Judging by Indie’s attitude towards him, he wasn’t one to be trusted, and whatever he was talking about with having to “change” sent chills down his spine… rather excited ones, actually, but he couldn’t imagine sleeping with him as a stepping stone into Indie’s arms. He couldn’t give himself away to anyone before Indigo. He could never let himself stray into another’s grasp, even if it meant it would be more difficult to be in the bird’s arms... Closing up at midnight on a Thursday evening, Ross and Indie held idle chat as they wiped down the bar and cleaned off the tables. Ross had been rambling on about his brief experiences in high school when Indie interrupted him rather uncharacteristically. “It’s been a while since Drew came in here… was there something you two talked about while I was gone the other day that drove him out?” Ross felt his stomach flip at the mere mention of his name. However, he was determined to keep him out of this. “Drew? I suppose you’re right; was he a regular or something?” “Very much so, but he hasn’t set foot or fin in here since I shooed him out.” Indie gave Ross an incriminating glare. “Any specific reason why that I wouldn’t know of?” “N-nope!” Ross quickly averted the question with a rather unsatisfactory response. “W-why would you care?” Indie sensed Ross’s intention of deflecting the insinuation, and quickly shot it down. “I just want to understand if I have any… competition,” He replied with a romantic gaze and a knowing smirk, striking Ross’s heart with an arrow sniped from Cupid himself. “Tomorrow’s Friday. Our busiest day of the week. Resort pool parties and such. Make sure you’re at least mentally prepared.” Indie spoke, breaking the romantic tension, as if he was trying to tease Ross. “Er… okay…” Ross stammered, his mind still reeling. … When Indie said that Friday was going to be busy, he was making an understatement at best. The bar was absolutely swamped, men, women, and anthros crowding the small room, coming in and out and in again, loud music pulsing throughout the waterpark. The two bartenders were stretched to their limits filling orders, mixing drinks, and guiding the same dolphin man to the bathroom over and over again to make sure he makes it to the toilet to vomit. Ross was restlessly running from the bar and back, trying to keep the place presentable while filling out orders. He was getting a brief moment of respite after he waited a group of sixteen when a familiar, sharp-toothed face appeared before him. “‘Ey, Ross, good t’see yer still here.” Drew said, leaning over the bar. “You’re still on duty, right? I can’t serve you, remember?” “Relax, I’m busy as all hell too, I can’t make yer job harder without a guilty conscious. I was just wonderin’ why I haven’t seen ya more personally yet…” “I… I don’t need your help. If anything, I’m fine with the relationship I have right now.” Drew scoffed, “You and Indie really are meant fer eachother. Yer both boring as hell. And way too easily satisfied.” “I don’t care. You were right about my… goals, but I don’t think I need your help to achieve them. Why do you want me to go with you anyways?” Drew’s natural grin faded quickly. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Ross by the back of his head, pulling his ear to his mouth. “Listen kid, ya got a lot of potential, and I wanna make sure I can make you the best you could-” “Drew.” Indie’s commanding voice suddenly pierced the chatter and music like thunder. Drew let go of Ross and stood upright. After a terrifying staring contest between him and Indie, Drew leaned forward, whispering something to him. Drew turned and left, a menacing presence lifting off the bar’s atmosphere. Indie put his wing on Ross’s shoulder reassuringly. “Is everything okay?” His voice resonated with genuine concern. Ross couldn’t fib about what Drew was trying to do with him when he’s actually this worried. “Fishface was trying to get me into his pants,” Ross responded bluntly. Indie’s expression relaxed. “Yeah, he’s a hell of a fuckboy.” Ross suddenly burst into laughter; he had never heard Indie talk like that, but it only made him more charming. Seeing his delight over his reaction, Indie couldn’t help but laugh as well. That is, until the people waiting for drinks became visually impatient. Ross and Indigo went back to work a bit more lighthearted. … The bartenders busted open the door to their suite, dragging themselves to their beds and flopping down, exhausted beyond belief. The time on the digital clock read 4:14 am. Ross was used to going to sleep after midnight but this was ridiculous. “I feel like I’m second-hand drunk,” Ross mumbled with a tinge of humor. Indie chuckled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It’s like second-hand smoking, but with… beer…” “Whatever you say, wordsmith.” “Wordsmith? My last name’s Henway… ” “No no, I mean you’re like a blacksmith, but instead of making tools, you make words.” Ross turned to Indie with a confused look. The bird had a tired grin spread across his beak. The two cracked with laughter. A small, quiet pause filled the room. Looking at Indie, Ross found a revived admiration for his character. Such a large, imposing frame, yet he is so kindhearted. When they met, he acted so chivalrous and benevolent, like some legendary king, but now he was a true friend with such odd worrisome tendencies and a rather cute sense of humor. And here Ross thought he was supposed to be the cute one. He suddenly became alert as he noticed Indie was looking him over as well. He watched as his coworker’s hungry eyes traveled down his back, scanning his body like a machine. His gaze quickly flicked to meet Ross’s; his face appeared more serious. “It’s such a shame… I cannot make love to you,” he stated, his voice suddenly devoid of joy. Ross’s heart stopped. Not only did Indigo finally admit he shared his feelings, but he outright confessed he wouldn’t be able to love him even though he wants to. “Why… why not?” Indie sighed. “You’re a human, I’m an anthro. It would be like a gay man trying to love a woman.” “But… that could be changed! Drew said so!” Ross blurted out, unable to contain himself. Indie’s eyes widened. Ross feared he had struck a nerve. “… are you willing to give up your humanity… for me?” Indie queried, his eyes swirling with emotion like Ross had never seen before. “O-of course. Anything for the one creature I love.” Indie stood up. He slowly walked to Ross, who was now sitting upright on the end of his bed. Indie caressed Ross’s cheek with a wing as he slowly leaned towards him. “Ross,” he whispered, his raspy voice sending sparks down his spine, “I am honored to be your first anthro… and I will make you beautiful.” Ross wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but he could guess, and whether or not his assumptions were correct, he didn’t care, as long as it meant he and Indigo could be together. Indie suddenly tore off his vest and dress shirt, buttons flying across the room. He crawled over Ross, who began leaning back onto the bed. Indie carefully undid Ross’s uniform before ripping it off of him as well, exposing his small, hairless chest. Ross wrapped his arms around Indie’s wide shoulders as he swiftly pulled off his already loose trousers, grabbing his boxer shorts as well. Ross could already see his lover’s bulge as he began undressing himself. The bird apparently went commando while at work, because as soon as his pants’ waist passed his crotch, a huge, erect footlong sprang upwards. Indie stood upright on his knees as Ross backed up against the head of his bed, giving the enormous bird ample room to do as he pleases with him. “Are you ready?” “As ready as I could ever be.” Indie flashed a seductive look at Ross’s consent, slowly reaching for Ross’s upper thighs. He pulled the twinkish human towards him, the bird’s cock gently tracing his ring with a wet tip. Ross was already moaning as his own member leaked with excessive amounts of pre. Slowly, Indie slid himself into Ross’s hole, sending mixed signals of pain and pleasure throughout his body. Carefully, Indie went deeper, inserting two inches, then three, then five, six, eight. Ross groaned in satisfaction, feeling an emptiness inside of himself at last being filled. Squeezing his lover’s thighs, Indie drew back, slowly beginning to pump in and out. Ross’s dick twitched for attention, every spasm dripping with more and more precum. Before Ross could reach it, Indie wrapped one his odd wing-hands around the member, gradually pumping up and down. “Do you like that?” Indie said, gazing charmingly up at Ross. “Hng… y-yes!” Ross tried to respond, but waves of pleasure interrupting his thought process. “Don’t worry, there’s more on its way.” Just as he said that, Ross felt a tingling sensation around his sphincter, unlike the stretching pleasure he felt before. Ross moaned, becoming overwhelmed by all these feelings. Indie began thrusting harder and harder, forcing ten inches into Ross’s tender virgin asshole. The slick, pre-lubricated walls around Indie’s cock tightened around him, only making him harder. Ross’s ass was practically eating Indie’s dick, pulling for more and more. The tingling feeling around Ross’s rear spread around to his entire lower torso. He reached a hand down to feel the sensations, but only felt tiny pinpricks of needle-like growths. He held his head up to see a small garden of tiny green feathers growing around his cock and balls. He felt another spasm as the feeling spread past his belly button and down his thighs, forcing Indie to adjust his grip. Ross was practically screaming in pleasure. Indie continued working Ross’s rod up and down, squeezing it tight as he felt it grow and shift in his grip. He pressed a thumb over the tip, bottling up Ross and only causing his need for release to grow, much like his thighs were as they adjusted to what was to be his new avian body. Indie was having trouble himself trying to hold back until the process was completed, much like his change long ago. Ross felt all twelve inches pumping in and out and in again now, warm, sticky pre leaking out of his asshole as Indie pulled out. His bird lover’s dick felt as wide as a baseball bat inside him, stretching his insides beyond what he thought possible before. His cheeks were spread absurdly wide, although that may just be an illusion as they swelled under a blanket of feathers, which reached down his knees now. Bright green fluff reached beyond his nipples, restructuring his already feminine frame into even more of a femboy’s. Ross could no longer help himself - he began stroking his shifting body, feeling his tight curves and shapely ass, squealing in joy. Indie watched Ross rub himself ecstatically, feeling a sense of pride for as satisfied Ross was with the body Indie crafted for him. He was putty beneath him, someone for him to have his way with. Indie thrusted himself further and further into Ross, his cock being gripped tighter and tighter as cum dripped from inside. As he furiously jerked Ross off, he felt his dick lengthen and widen; he was almost too endowed for Indie to keep plugged up while working all the way down the shaft. Under his own growing length, Indie felt his balls swell, their own weight along with Indie’s constant thrusting causing them to shake and juggle. Ross moaned - he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. Feathers reached over his shoulders, past his elbows, and enveloped his hands. His arms felt as though they were being pulled apart, growing in length as they became functional wings. His hands were numb, however he was still able to manipulate a few feathers like fingers. Awfully baffling, yet handy. Below his knees he felt his calves shrink into thin, twiggy tarsi, covered in faint brown keratin. His toes began to twitch and spasm, five fusing into three large digits ending in sharp talons. Long, green feathers climbed up his neck, quickly enveloping his face. His teeth grew and warped, gradually growing together into a single unit on both the top and bottom. They pushed their way out of his mouth, forming a small, pale pink beak, which his nose quickly melded with. Stretching from his rear were several enormous feathers, all ranging in bright hues of green, blue, and white striped in grey. Ross moaned in ecstasy, feeling his new body around him all while being pleasured in two ways at once. His cock felt as though it was going to burst with cum as Indie held down the tip while he pumped into his fresh anus. All twelve inches pulsed in him, widening his hole beyond belief. Close, so close! Begging for release as his asshole pulled and pulled on Indie’s cock. “Please,” Ross moaned, his voice turned husky like Indie’s, “Please! Fill me! I’m ready!” Indie laughed, jerking Ross even harder and taking his breath away. He pulled all the way out, leaving Ross empty, yearning for more. Indie pulled Ross onto him as he thrusted, filling him beyond belief. They both shuddered as their balls seized up, Indie finally letting himself spray into his new boyfriend. Both birds’ breathing became forced and laborious, Ross becoming filled with Indie’s seed. Ross began thrusting spastically, letting out several streams of cum as his orgasm was finally released. Waves of pleasure shook them both like lightning, causing the birds to moan loudly into the night. Indie and Ross were left panting, covered in sweat and seed. Indie slowly pulled out, cum dripping from his partner’s pucker. He turned and fell on his side, lying next to his new bird roommate. Both lied in silence, quietly catching their breath. Ross turned to face his boyfriend, feeling his presence so close to him. Indigo brushed a wing against his feathered face. “My beautiful little lovebird…” Ross chuckled. “Is that what you made me? A lovebird?” “Check the mirror.” Ross semi-reluctantly propped himself up, looking into the mirror across from his bed. Sure enough, he had become a quaint little bird, with large, cute eyes, bright green plumage and a rosy pink face. “A peach-faced lovebird.” “You really do know your avian species, hm?” “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” Indie snickered. “I could say the same!” … Light piano music graced the morning air. Indigo’s morning alarm to go to work gently awoke Ross. He felt a warm presence behind him - Indie, spooning him lovingly. He stirred, waking up his large lover. “Ten already?” Ross smiled. “I don’t know about you, but I slept amazingly.” “As did I. I’ve really missed having another avian in my bed.” The pair of colorful birds showered together and dressed themselves lazily. The musk of their romantic night definitely permeated with them, but Indie claimed they didn’t have enough time to take separate showers, which Ross didn’t feel he had to debate against. Ross was still a bit tired from working last night, but work is work. He put on his uniform - strange, it felt a bit more snug and form-fitting now, the sleeve garters wrapped tight around his arms, the vest hugging his small, feather-fluffy chest, and his legs filling the dress shorts nicely, plus he could use that small hole in his shorts for his tail. Meanwhile, Indie had to use safety pins to fix his uniform after his dramatic stripping last night. Work was thankfully slow, as if the universe knew how tired Indie and Ross were. Although that didn’t stop a few regulars from showing up, least of all Don and Drew. The shark and his otter made their way to the bar. Without thinking, Ross went to serve them. “What can I get-” “Whoa whoa whoa,” Drew interrupted, “Ross, is that you?” Ross could practically hear Indie’s head turn to face Drew with that stern expression he always had around the pair. Ross smirked and leaned over towards Drew. “Yep, yours truly. Turns out I didn’t need you at all.” Drew could only scoff. “Indie, ya wasted what coulda been a hell of a bat!” “Whatever you say, Drew, this one’s all mine!” Drew’s familiar grin returned to his face. “Aw, what the hell, I already gotta good one here,” he said, pulling Don closer to him. “So what do you two have planned on Monday?” “Monday?” Ross asked, “Is that our off day or something?” “The Azalea Bar and Lounge is closed every Monday,” Indie responded, “Have anything you’ve been dying to do here?” “You,” Ross mumbled absentmindedly. “Aside from each other,” Indie corrected himself, stifling a grin. “Why don’t we just get some rest in the park?” “I don’t know, I bet the employees only beach would be lots of fun too!” Don added with a wink. “Don’t be stupid. You two should have some fun in yer apartments!” Drew said, nudging Indie. Ross laughed. “I’ll be satisfied wherever as long as I’m with my birdbrain!” he mused, leaning into his boyfriend’s bulky chest. He felt Indie’s wing around him. The world around Ross began to melt away as all his senses turned towards his partner. He could hear the rhythmic pulsing of Indie’s heart, lulling him into a trance. Indie’s warm body against his felt as though he was wrapped in a thick blanket fresh and toasty from the dryer; nothing could be more comforting. Drew and Don simultaneously made an awkward laugh as Ross seemed to forget they were there for a solid ten seconds. Indie leaned down and mumbled soft-spokenly to Ross. “Save it for the spa.” That sounded wonderful.